- Post By: Jason Santo
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Cork pop. Spill. Blood dilute. Like oil in the pooling crimson of a slaughtered deer. Gluttony quakes in rolls of terpitude. Flesh cries for touch, a soul starved. And at night, peril stars careen off track, winking in long streaks as if baiting the lost to keep following. Bliss is somewhere in the endless, but fear surrounds, crowds like bad conversation at last call: desperate and murmuring. The lash out can’t be surprising. It’s caraway, mistaken. Alone catalyzes. Screaming disgust. Mirrors shatter. Disdain flares like Northern Lights and the bread burns, coated with ash. Fruits of labor turned. Days blister under the crushing worry of appearances. And welcome chokes in each kind impulse, a wish for better strangled by the quaking hands of alleged fate. Nothing leads. The cramp of knuckles and flesh beneath nails granting brief catharsis before the world bleeds beneath a frozen sun and glass shatters, emptied its carotid vintage. Drink up. Forgiveness is desert dry.
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